Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mauritania and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Pantytec to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
The Young Rascals,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barclay James Harvest,
KRS-One,
Eric Dolphy,
EPMD,
Barry Ungar,
The Fortunes,
Reagan Youth,
Wings,
Intrusion,
Essential Logic,
The Human League,
Q and Not U,
Kaleidoscope,
Eve St. Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marine Girls,
Shoche,
Skaos,
Tears for Fears,
OOIOO,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Grass Roots,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Godley & Creme,
Monolake,
Scratch Acid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
This Heat,
the Association,
Pagans,
Agent Orange,
Jeru the Damaja,
Au Pairs,
Janne Schatter,
The Fire Engines,
Radio Birdman,
Drexciya,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Section 25,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pharoah Sanders,
Simply Red,
Rufus Thomas,
Hoover,
Deadbeat,
Surgeon,
The Leaves,
Rotary Connection,
Los Fastidios,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.